Neale Donald Walsch Quotes

Nothing is real.

The world is an illusion, but an illusion which we must take seriously.

I secretly think reality exists so we can speculate about it.

That which is cannot be true.

Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

Yet, the Universe is real enough to the conscious beings in it, which are as unreal as it is itself.

The world, life and human beings are only an illusion, a phantom, a dream image.

The world could be anything, you know, It could be a solid state matrix of some sort. It could be an illusion. It could be a dream. I mean it really could be a dream.

"Well, it's no use your talking about waking him," said Tweedledum, "when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."

How can mirrors be real if our eyes aren't real?

Here then is the truth about the Truth; the Truth is not bridge, sturdy to every step, a marvel of bound planks and supports from the known into the unknown, but a surging sea of smashed wood, flotsam and drowning sailors.

This world may be only illusion -- but it's the only illusion we've got.

Perhaps life is just that... a dream and a fear.

There's so many different types of illusions; our lives are an illusion in a sense.

What are you, Rose Hathaway? Are you real? You're a dream within a dream. I'm afraid touching you will make me wake up. You'll disappear.

What, then is truth?... Truths are illusions about which one has forgotten that this is what they are.

It's all real and it's all illusory: that's Awareness!

What the human eye sees is an illusion of what is real. The black and white image transforms illusions into another reality.

Society? Can we trust us? Doubt it. We're probably not even real, as was revealed in the popular documentary The Matrix. That bloke next door? Made of pixels. Your co-workers? Pixels. You? One pixel. One measly pixel. You haven't even got shoes, for Christ's sake.

You’re here,” I continued. “At least you look as if you’re here. But maybe you aren’t. Maybe it’s just your shadow. The real you may be someplace else. Or maybe you already disappeared, a long, long time ago. I reach out my hand to see, but you’ve hidden yourself behind a cloud of probablys. Do you think we can go on like this forever?

Maybe Santa Claus is real. Here's the problem: reality.

One day it will have to be officially admitted that what we have christened reality is an even greater illusion than the world of dreams.

And nothing is, but what is not.

Although the whole of this life were said to be nothing but a dream and the physical world nothing but a phantasm, I should call this dream or phantasm real enough, if, using reason well, we were never deceived by it.